A Quote by Horace

The work you are treating is one full of dangerous hazard, and you are treading over fires lurking beneath treacherous ashes. — © Horace
The work you are treating is one full of dangerous hazard, and you are treading over fires lurking beneath treacherous ashes.
In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires, Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth Which is already flesh, fur and faeces, Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.
Hazard has conditioned us to live in hazard. All our pleasures are dependent on it. Even though I arrange for a pleasure, and look forward to it, my eventual enjoyment of it is still a matter of hazard. Wherever time passes, there is hazard.
Los Angeles is more hospitable to writers [Than NY]. It's less claustrophobic. It feels more unpredictable and dangerous, and the landscape is less structured. You see coyotes lurking all over the place. It just feels wilder and more dangerous.
The Republic needed to be passed through chastening, purifying fires of adversity and suffering: so these came and did their work and the verdure of a new national life springs greenly, luxuriantly, from their ashes.
We can take from the past its fires, and not its ashes.
Foolishly play with the fires of rumor, only to risk being burned by its treacherous flames.
...was treading on dangerous water there... (on Phil Neville)
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
If you take 67 brush fires times 10 years, that's almost 700 right there. Those brush fires are incredibly dangerous, all those homes going down proved that.
It is... treading on dangerous ground to paint the picturesque as I am at times doing.
Quickly capping 363 oil well fires in a war zone is impossible. The fires would burn out of control until they put themselves out... The resulting soot might well stretch over all of South Asia... It could be carried around the world... [and] the consequences could be dire. Beneath such a pall sunlight would be dimmed, temperatures lowered and droughts more frequent. Spring and summer frosts may be expected... This endangerment of the food supplies... appears to be likely enough that it should affect the war plans.
Reality is like a fruitcake; pretty enough to look at but with all sorts of nasty things lurking just beneath the surface.
The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.
Obviously this person's a hazard. Stupid people are dangerous.
I work in my office on the campus of the University of Texas. It's the sort of place described as 'book-lined', but it's recently tipped over into 'fire-hazard' territory.
Anyone who has ever been an ugly adolescent - and we are legion - knows that the feeling of being unlovely and unlovable never goes away; it is always there, lurking just beneath the surface.
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